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#spapel #energy #star trek #tos #christine chapel #spock #spock x chapel

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In the 1960′s Legally a woman couldn’t

Open a bank account or get a credit card without signed permission from her father or hr husband.

Serve on a jury - because it might inconvenience the family not to have the woman at home being her husband’s helpmate.

Obtain any form of birth control without her husband’s permission. You had to be married, and your hub and had to agree to postpone having children.

Get an Ivy League education. Ivy League schools were men’s colleges ntil the 70′s and 80′s. When they opened their doors to women it was agree that women went there for their MRS. Degee.

Experience equality in the workplace: Kennedy’s Commission on the Status of Women produced a report in 1963 that revealed, among other things, that women earned 59 cents for every dollar that men earned and were kept out of the more lucrative professional positions.

Keep her job if she was pregnant.Until the Pregnancy Discrimination Act in 1978, women were regularly fired from their workplace for being pregnant.

Refuse to have sex with her husband.The mid 70s saw most states recognize marital rape and in 1993 it became criminalized in all 50 states. Nevertheless, marital rape is still often treated differently to other forms of rape in some states even today.

Get a divorce with some degree of ease.Before the No Fault Divorce law in 1969, spouses had to show the faults of the other party, such as adultery, and could easily be overturned by recrimination.

Have a legal abortion in most states.The Roe v. Wade case in 1973 protected a woman’s right to abortion until viability.

Take legal action against workplace sexual harassment. According to The Week, the first time a court recognized office sexual harassment as grounds for legal action was in 1977.

Play college sports Title IX of the  Education Amendments of protects people from discrimination  based on sex in education programs or activities that receive Federal financial  assistance It was nt until this statute that colleges had teams for women’s sports

Apply for men’s Jobs   The EEOC rules that sex-segregated help wanted ads in newspapers are illegal.  This ruling is upheld in 1973 by the Supreme Court, opening the way for women to apply for higher-paying jobs hitherto open only to men.

This is why we needed feminism - this is why we know that feminism works

#feminism #women's rights

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From this -

This post is mostly for those who don't want to have to click on the link in order to read the entirety of The Owl House's series bible.

#so awesome #the owl house #toh #series bible #television writing #screenwriter

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Miles & Gwen with their baby spiders 🕸️🕷️

#CRYING #ghostflower #miles x gwen #gwen x miles #spider gwen #miles morales #gwen stacy #ghost spider

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I did this with “Young Avengers” comics with the DC Public Library after WandaVision came out! It’s awesome!

#wandavision #library #reading #young avengers

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I risked it for the biscuit, friends. And it didn’t work out quite as I hoped. (Add one to the list, pour one out, etc.) But I’m alive. And you should be, too. ❤️

#lgbtqia #crush culture #mental health

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A strange alien doctor stands near the unconscious body of Padme Amidala. “It appears she has lost the will to live.” A older man with a limp hobbles closer with the aid of a cane. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” says Dr. Gregory House.

#I can’t believe I have a perfect person to send this to #sometimes I go through life thinking #birth is a curse and existence is a prison #and then Tumblr delivers me the most targeted #most perfect #most well crafted content I have ever found #the absolute perfect thing to send #and my faith in the universe is restored #tldr #write weird shit #someone appreciates it lmao #Star Wars #revenge of the sith #house md

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Sweet lord I love this movie.

#love a good villain SO MUCH #suzanne collins #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #the hunger games #thg

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#certified #Artemis Sims #posting #TTSL #through the sunken lands #libraries

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You ever see a meme you wanna send someone you like, but think, “That’s a several-months-into-dating meme, not a right-now meme.” So you tuck it away into a folder, completely unsure if you’ll ever get to use it. But you’re happy to have found it anyway, because maybe, in three months, you’ll get to make them laugh so hard, a drink comes out of their nose?

NYTimes has a column called “Modern Love.” It’s mostly not about such small-seeming things. But that is hope, I think. That’s what love looks like

#modern love #love #love language #lgbtqia #Fiona’s Art Journal #short story

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I cant believe this tweet is how I find out

#children’s rights #equal rights #child abuse #children #united states #laws #children rights

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I love this unhinged website

Scars on your body show that you have lived; scars on your heart show that you have loved.

Nina Dul

#nina dul #quotes #quote #love #mental health #short story

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I’ll rescue two of my favorite time-displaced Marvel kids and hear lots of stories about the raddest mom in the multiverse. The apartment will become a madhouse haven for neurodivergent queer ppl (from its current two such occupants to four). A win-win, methinks

you’re stuck living with your icon for a month have fun

#young avengers #tommy shepherd #tommy maximoff #billy kaplan #billy maximoff #wandavision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #lgbtqia #neurodiversity #neurodivergent #neurodivergent representation #disabled representation #queer representation #representation #representation matters #bi pride #gay pride #Wiccan #Speed

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I saw a deer rotting away on the side of the road, ribcage gaping open, sternum shattered, sagging leathery skin shedding coarse hair as decomposition sets in. Eyes and entrails long since pecked out by crows and vultures, the doe lay blind and empty, her cranium chewed open and cleaned out by reverent coyotes. Crawling with maggots and worms, she writhes.

Wildflowers bloomed tall around her, cushioning her corpse in a bed of milkweed and aster, wild lily and strawberry bursting through her drying skin and out through the cavernous hole in her body. Wasps and horseflies drink the nectar flavoured by her body, dripping sweet onto her ribcage.

A violent death unto peaceful sleep, bones crushed like brittle eggshell by steel alloy, whiplash and internal hemorrhaging as she stumbles forward and collapses into the cold ditch by the asphalt, gasping and twitching as her lungs filled with blood, shards of her ribcage puncturing her lungs, struggling to take a full breath as spots grew larger in her vision. Twin headlights barreled on, uninterrupted and uncaring as she lay dying in the ditch, the taillights of the departing vehicle bathing her in red light as it leaves. There are no other cars in the road.

Scavengers bowed their heads to her memory as they filled their stomachs with her body, gorging themselves on cold offal, worshipful as they licked congealed blood off the ground. A necessary sacrifice to the good of the many; her agony sustains them. They don't know anything else. She sleeps, quiet and alone, in the ditch by the road, as she decomposes. Her eyes, plucked from their sockets by hungry birds to be fed to their hungry chicks, no longer saw; she slept in peaceful darkness.

I wondered what she dreamed about. I wondered if she could still see, in her mind's eye, the life she dreamed of. I wondered if all she could see anymore was the wriggling of maggots in her skull.

I wondered if the deer on the side of the road left behind a herd, maybe a fawn, waiting patiently, nestled in tall grasses, for its mother to return. I wondered if it, too, had fallen prey to the great metal maw of a passing vehicle as it, hungry and cold, searched for its mother. I hoped not, but I know better; deer don't often practice crèches.

I felt kinship with her, in a way, a deer left for dead next to the country highway, carved out empty and left gaping. I saw myself in her in the way she died alone, ignored, rotting from the inside out as cars passed by, the way she was vulnerable, defenseless; she had no way to defend herself against her fate. The scales were tipped against her, the battle lost as soon as she took her first step onto cracked asphalt, doomed beyond her own comprehension and her killer's capacity to care. She had no antlers to defend herself. She didn't stand a chance.

A faceless figure in a nondescript truck, anonymous in the atrocity of death, with no witnesses and no guilt for what they had done. Perhaps I'd already passed them on the street. Perhaps I'd already wished them a good morning. Perhaps I'd done the same with others.

It was almost comforting, in a way, to see such a visceral and grotesque representation of myself, flayed open snd hollowed out and left to rot. It reminded me there were others like me, even if they were roadkilled deer. In the aftermath of catastrophe, I, too, lay broken and gasping, immobile as I watched the world pass me by, no one stopping to notice my agony. I supposed it wasn't quite as obvious as that of a deer, trembling and bleeding from the mouth, branded hot in the shape of a car's front grill. It was confusing, still. It certainly felt more than obvious.

I dreamed of coyote teeth tearing me apart, pulling out my organs as I watched, passive, of vultures picking at my skin, grunting in veneration as they ate me to the bone. I dreamed of crows eating the scraps left behind, pecking at my face and mouth, pulling out my eyes and tongue, rendering me blind and mute. I didn't mind; I hardly had use for them anyways. I dreamed of dandelion blooms crowding my airways, airborne seeds filling my lungs until I choked, and growing from my body again.

I dreamed of love, of prostration and black birds bowed in supplication, owing me their lives, surviving at the price of mine. I dreamed of love, of sickly sweet devotion, like the smell of decay. I dreamed of love, of poisonous butterflies drinking down the nectar of my body's wildflowers, of dangerous beauty. In my dream, I watched the jays snap up those sweet butterflies, bright wings crunching and shredding within the predator's beak, only for the eaten nymph to reappear as its bitter poison burns the jay's oesophagus, vomiting up the offensive prey. The butterfly is not saved. The butterfly is still dead, half-digested and broken in a small puddle of the bird's mucous, but the jay learns; the butterfly's death prevents others.

I dreamed of love, like the coyote and the badger that found my corpse one night, forty million years of evolution between the two, but perfect teamwork nonetheless. The two arrived together and left together after they'd had their fill of my lungs and heart. I wished them well on their journey and waited for the next scavenger to find me.

I hoped the deer on the side of the road found the same peace in death as I had. I hoped she found her closure in the scavengers who worshipped her. I hoped the faceless figure in that nondescript truck faced their retribution and I hoped the faceless figure in my hazy memories faced the Old Testament judgement I so wished.

As I accepted the deer into myself, let the shape of her rotting body brand itself on my mind (reminiscent, almost, of the brand of a car's front grill on her flank), I felt her dreams assimilate with my own. I felt, suddenly, the desire to walk along country highways in the dark, the desire to know what waits on the other side of the road, the desperation so strong that I couldn't stand to wait for the rumbling beast to pass. I felt the awe of staring into blinding light, larger than me and near incomprehensible. I understood why deer stopped in the middle of the road. I'm sure anyone else would, too. The first contact of the car's front grill to her (my) body felt something like love, like the embrace of the only one who could stand to have me.

I thought about the crows that picked off the smaller pieces of flesh missed by the larger scavengers. I thought about the sweet adoration between two black birds as they passed my eyeball to their mate, the pure devotion between them as they preened one another, beaks coated in congealed blood. Their love is a living thing, a separate entity, powerful and writhing. It occupies the crows entirely, not unlike parasitism. Their chicks will grow from my scavenged flesh, insatiable, fledging for the first time above my drying skeleton. To fly had always been a dream of mine, and now it is actualized by those young black birds, fulfilled as they hop unsteadily from branch to branch, their parents watching over them protectively. How lucky I am to witness this. How lucky I am to learn, firsthand, the depth of that love, the endlessness of life, how it begins again, and again, and again.

#my god this is beautiful. #short story #death cw #cw death #trauma #literature

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I hate that after you hit 21 you run out of new privileges to earn. I think at 25 I should be able to use dynamite recreationally

#but bestie. what about checking into a hotel? #renting a car? #these are both things you can’t do until you’re 25 #at least in the U.S. #also running for President #can’t do that till you’re 30!

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I love discovering these things, especially the first time. When someone you love unlocks about something they love. When their voice drops its masking, changes its cadence. A kind of intimacy all its own. When they go on and on, and you get to listen.

It’s the closest thing we have to magic in real life, I think.

Because you aren’t just saying, “Tell me about Jurassic Park.” What you’re saying is, “Let me know you. See you. As you really are.”

And they aren’t just saying, “Okay sure, I can fill you in on that hobby.” What they’re answering is, “I trust you. You are a safe person to share my heart with.”

It takes all the restraint I have not to be overcome with love and wonder when it happens, especially with those I deeply care for. They could be talking about damn-near anything, and suddenly, listening becomes the most beloved thing in the world.

It makes me happy when they listen

#love #love language #neurodivergent #neurospicy #autism #comic #art #neurodiversity #jurassic park #lgbtqia #access intimacy #disability #disabled love

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kind of shit at backgrounds, so i tried to practice.😭😭😭 anyways, dune video game concept

#would play SO FAST #game design #video game design #dune #dune part two #feyd rautha #paul atreides #stilgar